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We will walk on a hill.
Red hats and blue coats, and everything still.
Snow will cover until
we can't tell the sky from the ground.
Where are the buildings, the old wounds of mine?
Did I ever once cry?
Waiting for you to arrive,
where does the time go,
where does the time go?
Red hats and blue coats, and everything still.
Snow will cover until
we can't tell the sky from the ground.
Where are the buildings, the old wounds of mine?
Did I ever once cry?
Waiting for you to arrive,
where does the time go,
where does the time go?
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i dont know you but you seem like a cool person
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